Here is your bond signed with your blood; You have given up your claim to mercy, and nothing can restore to you the rights which you have foolishly resigned.

Believe you that your secret thoughts escaped me?
No, no, I read them all! You trusted that you should still have time for repentance.

I saw your artifice, knew its falsity, and rejoiced in deceiving the deceiver! You are mine beyond reprieve: I burn to possess my right, and alive you quit not these mountains.' During the Daemon's speech, Ambrosio had been stupefied by terror and surprize.

This last declaration rouzed him.
'Not quit these mountains alive ?' He exclaimed: 'Perfidious, what mean you?
Have you forgotten our contract ?' The Fiend answered by a malicious laugh: 'Our contract?
Have I not performed my part?
What more did I promise than to save you from your prison?
Have I not done so?
Are you not safe from the Inquisition--safe from all but from me?
Fool that you were to confide yourself to a Devil! Why did you not stipulate for life, and power, and pleasure?
Then all would have been granted: Now, your reflections come too late.

Miscreant, prepare for death; You have not many hours to live!' On hearing this sentence, dreadful were the feelings of the devoted Wretch! He sank upon his knees, and raised his hands towards heaven.
The Fiend read his intention and prevented it-- 'What ?' He cried, darting at him a look of fury: 'Dare you still implore the Eternal's mercy?
Would you feign penitence, and again act an Hypocrite's part?
Villain, resign your hopes of pardon.